They told me more than once,
That I should treasure my life,
After all,
I only get one opportunity.
But what about death?
Was what I asked them.
They scolded me,
Death should not be spoken of.
Death means darkness,
Death means and end to something
Beautiful.
Death means shadows and monsters,
Death means weakness.
But what if death was more?
What if death was a beautiful ending,
To a desperate start?
An everlasting wish,
That was finally made true?
See,
The endings are the best part.
A flower's seed,
Is not admired,
But it's bloom,
Is celebrated.
Life is a beginning and the journey,
Death is the ending
How can and end be greater,
Than a start?
Now answer my question,
If life,
Is so much better than death,
Why do some choose death,
Over life?
Perhaps they know,
That there will finally be light,
At the end of the tunnel.
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Poetic Justice
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